Starter

Blue ribbons adorned her stall, gold plated metals and trophies on various shelves inside that spoke to the mares pedigree but all she could think about was the scent of the males in the barn, her slit already dripping with need as she shoved her muzzle into the bars of her stall, her nostrils flaring with each pull of breath before her handler arrived, snapping the end of a lead rope onto the metal ring that hung below her chin. She snorted, stomping her copper colored hoof against the ground before her handler opened the gate and allowed her to follow him to where the studs were all waiting.

She lifted her chin as she was led in, letting her hips swing out wide with each deliberate step before she was buckled into the apparatus and started to switch her tail back and forth, further spreading her scent to the males. The handlers fingers were met with a warm slickness though the touch caused the mare to shiver